1. Friday. The 13th..

    Do you believe in this superstition? I don’t, it’s whatever. Coincidence is all anything is. Shit happens. That’s exactly what happened to happen to today. Shit happened. I woke up thinking it would just be a normal Friday you know. It started out that way. Went out for a mid-day ride with Ozzy (@whereewaldo) and then planned to go to cruising’ grand later that day. We did end up going through it a little bit during a photoshoot with Kevin (@ispycleanimports). This is where shit goes downhill. We were on our way to the hospitals parking garage to get a better lit shot. We all got split up at one point due to traffic and what not. During the time we were all trying to get back together, my car starts acting up… I pull into a parking spot and check out my oil level you know. My car is older it burns oil regularly. I noticed it was low on oil, filled it up, and thought I’d be on my way. NOPE! Not easily atleast. I made it down the garage where everyone was at and by that the problem became more serious. The car really struggled to get going. I got it started and we made it out of the garage atleast. Hot as hell in there, given that we were a few floors underground. Once we’re outside we try to bump start it. Tried but no avail. So here we are stuck at palomar hospital’s parking lot. I obviously need a tow home, can’t just leave my car there. Two options. Call a tow truck like anyone else would do, OR, pull it home ourselves. The tow truck was chargin $60 for the hook up and then $6 every mile it’s pulled. Most would’ve chosen that route. I didn’t. I decided to get pulled home with the help of Ozzy’s dad and his truck. As you could imagine, it’s illegal and it’s not too safe. Fuck it. We were on our way and it was crazy that we were really going through with it. Everything was going along pretty smoothly and then we got to Fig and El Norte. Ripped one of my tow hooks out. Here we are, at the stop light trying to hook the car up to another spot. I was thinking about just calling the tow truck from there, but we were already half way there, might as well just finish what we started. Ozzy and his dad were re-doing the tow rope and next thing you know a cop notices us and pulls over to us. I thought it was all over from there. Tickets for our violation, and I would have to get it towed home anyway.¬†Fuuuck. But no. Ozzy tells him the car just stalled out and we have it under control. He just tells us to get it out of the way. You know when you get away with lying to your parents for the first time? It kind of felt like that to me. So we pull to the side, hook it back up and we’re on our way. Probably about another mile to my house we see a Sheriff. He’s making a left and we’re making a right. I thought for sure he’d see us. Francis(@damnwocka) tells me he was just busy eating though.. damn pig.. My car is back at home now, out of harms way. I don’t care about what was lost on my car. They’re nothing major. I get the principle though. Ozzy and his dad feel bad about ripping off my tow hook and busting my fog lights. I don’t like those foglights hanging down from those diving board bumpers anyway. My tow hook? Oh well. The day I get euro-bumpers would’ve been the day I would’ve had to grind those down anyway. Like Manny said, less work later. I’m ready for my parents and my older brother to tell me. “That’s what you get for getting such an old car… problems.” I don’t care. I love the car for what it is. It’s my problem by choice. How should I feel about all this? How would you feel? Right now, I really don’t mind it too much. I’m just bummed I can’t drive it to work tomorrow. I know and Ozzy and his dad feel bad for what was lost on the car. If you read this man, don’t even trip. Forreal. I don’t mind, shit happens. I’m just looking towards the brighter side of things. I guess I’d be lying if I said I felt pretty neutral about all of this, but that’s how it feels for the moment. It’ll hit me tomorrow morning. Thanks though to everyone that was there. Francis, Stephen, Ozzy, Manny, Kevin, Sean, my older brother, Thanks. I’ll just keep in mind that things could be worse. Right? Stay positive. Happy Friday the 13th.¬†


  2. My parents think I’m clueless..

    My little brother got into some trouble, it’s not your usual ‘oh, you stayed out too late’ kind of trouble either. My dad is telling me right now about all the sacrifices being made, what’s going on to keep us living. I get annoyed every time my parents go off on me and tell me all of this. The thing is, I already know all of this, that’s why I’m not the one in trouble. I’m quiet for a reason, I like figuring things out on my own, I like keeping to myself, I like being independent. I know all of the sacrifices they make. My mother works two full-time jobs and my dad works one. They’re never home, ever. I see my mom like once or twice a week. I see my dad in the morning and later at night. I’ve realized what they’ve given up to keep us in our home and living. I really wish my younger brother could realize this. Life really isn’t that bad to be honest. I’m thankful everyday for what I have. Yeah, I bitch about getting a different car, but I have good intentions for it. I want to be able to help out around the house, pay the bills, cook dinner, take care of my little brother just like my older brother did for me. I just really want my life I start, to be done with highschool and to get my career started. I want to be able to have my parents relax at home and I be the one working, they’ve taken care of me already, I want to take care of them. Ive seen how happy my parents were when they’ve had a day off, they’re exhausted, and when my nephew comes to visit, they’re happier than ever. I want them to be like that daily. When that day comes, I will be happier than ever, knowing my loved ones around me are good. But really, my parents don’t need to worry about me, I’ve kept myself in check, I understand what’s going on around me.